A yellow pyramid of jackals
Enthralled to the Prime Vixen
Praises dusk by biting it
By driving away the chains
Holding the bats away
Andso loosing night everywhere
How she taught them to stand
Tetrahedrally
The trick was to allow no light
The yellow works better as black
The black works better as black
The bats arrive and are funny and gray
We have to reorder the bats
Says the Prime Vixen smoking
Laconic trees who don’t mind being smoked
We have to reorder the bats
And get some festive wreaths
Maybe a liver
Maybe something in red
Mistake of the Wild Hunt
Festive, furious – the Wild Hunt (Wylde Hunt, etc.) was this ill-jammin party ancient poetic German ghosts had on Easter Day to celebrate the syzygy of the planets. This poem asks the question: What if this whole cycle of eating and not-eating interfered with that jammin-ill earth party?
rainylorraine, 6 months ago
i love this.
LB Andrich, 6 months ago
The words twist and jump so well. I love the imagery
...this is fantastic!